There is an ancient saying amongst my people "eem a-hav sha-var or hhul el hho-shekh"(with love, light turns to darkness)
This single prophesy had ruled the world of our ancestors for eons. I am of my mothers people.
We were a people exiled from time. We lived out of love, out of life, and out of reach.
But like the spreading cobra's venom that they are... they reached us.
MEN!
Time began to move for my people when a human man stole the heart of our first mother.
Wendstella.
She was our morning star.
Me, my mother and her mother, we were born from them. Creatures of this earth.
Our blood forever tainted by the remnants of the mortal's blood and the blood of our fathers after that mortal.
Our line began an evolution amongst the humans species.
Some called the evolution a mutation...and in all honesty it was in many ways a mutation. Because we interfered in their genetic make-up, my kind formed new human beings. These human children of my mothers came to be known by the previous humans as nothing more than mythical beasts and monsters.
My people were not gods.
But, we were the closest thing to god man had ever encountered.
